All the things to which I give myself
grow rich and spend me.
grow rich and spend me.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Poet” (trans. Edward Snow)
(Source: the-final-sentence)
Posted 1 week ago
To write is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly
Marguerite Duras
Posted 1 month ago
The allotted function of art is not, as is often assumed, to put across ideas, to propagate thoughts, to serve as example. The aim of art is to prepare a person for death, to plough and harrow his soul, rendering it capable of turning to good.
Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting in time
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Posted 2 months ago
Au wa wakare no hajime.
(Meeting is only the beginning of separation)
(Meeting is only the beginning of separation)
Japanese proverb, quoted in ‘In Ghostly Japan’
Posted 2 months ago
The term ittakkiri—meaning “all gone,” or “entirely vanished,” in the sense of “all told,”— is contemptuously applied to verses in which the verse-maker has uttered his whole thought;—praise being reserved for compositions that leave in the mind the thrilling of a something unsaid.
In Ghostly Japan, about Japanese Poetry
Posted 2 months ago
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own.
Susan Sontag
Posted 2 months ago
Random picks from the inconsistent and unstoppable passage of time
